Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Women of the Bible I would Like to Meet:: Part 3:: Martha

 Now as they went on their way, he entered a certain village, where a woman named Martha welcomed him into her home.  She had a sister named Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet and listened to what he was saying.  But Martha was distracted by her many tasks; so she came to him and asked, “Lord, do you not care that my sister has left me to do all the work by myself? Tell her then to help me.”  But the Lord answered her, “Martha, Martha, you are worried and distracted by many things; there is need of only one thing. Mary has chosen the better part, which will not be taken away from her.”
Luke 10: 38-46 

I think, when I meet Martha, I will find her in the kitchen cooking.  She has the Gift of Hospitality.  

Martha, you were good friends with Jesus and His followers, weren't you?  How did you feel about that?

Did Jesus visit you often? 

Were you always busy cooking for Him?

What were His favorite foods that you cooked?

Did you get to meet His Mother, too?

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Walking into hell

Saturday, November 1, 2014

Thoughts on the Road Ahead

"Your word is a lamp to my feet
    and a light to my path."

Psalm 119: 105 


The path renews daily.  As many times as I’ve walked this road and have seen the seasons change, I only know the direction in which I walk.  New experiences wait with the twists and turns of the road.

I have walked this path in rain.  I have walked this path in the heat of blissful summer days.  I have walked with path hearing only the crunch of dry leaves under my feet.  I have walked this path in ice and snow hoping my boots will keep me steady as we go.  I have walked this path alone.  I have walked this path with friends.  I have walked in silence.  I have walked chatting with friends dear to my heart.  I always, though, walk with my dog.  She is the reason I walk.  The path changes.  The people change.  The reason remains the same.

I know the area, but I don't know the people I meet.  Some people are friendly.  Most are not.  Some people cross the street to avoid my dog.  Some come up and greet her.  Some people glare at me as we walk. Even though I know the road, I don’t know what will happen.

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